Results in someone who is drinking a beer as he watches the game on TV declaring he could have caught the ball, kicked the ball between the field goals, or tackled the guy with the ball.

Seriously, guys. If it were so easy, they wouldn’t have to pay so much for the players. They could just invite TV viewers to stop by and make the touchdown.

BLURB

Carla Jones accidentally runs over and paralyzes a policeman. She ignores her lawyer's advice and pleads guilty to the charges, and accepts the judge’s ruling ‘that she broke him, now she has to fix him.’ Trying very hard to ignore his outrageous and frequently hateful behavior, she takes the handsome officer into her home and dedicates her life to one goal: making him walk again. She never imagines the twists and turns her life and heart will take the day she brings him home.

EXCERPT

On Saturday, Carla was pleased to discover Steve had only invited Raymond, Tom, and Lucky to watch the game. She had grown concerned when Steve filled an entire shopping cart full of junk food delicacies and bought enough beer and alcohol to host a college keg party.

She had hoped she might be able to get some work done while Steve watched the game with his friends, but he insisted she joins them and be one of the guys. To her surprise, she had fun.

Lucky’s over-dramatization of every emotion, both joy and despair, was quite comical. Tom’s constant declaration that he could have caught the ball, thrown the ball, made the tackle, was so consistent that when the kicker missed a field goal, Carla sighed. “It’s a shame Tom hadn’t been the kicker.”

Steve and Lucky burst into laughter, while Tom vociferously declared, “It was a damn shame because I could have brought those three points home!”

When the game ended and the guys left, Steve wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her back against his chest. “That was fun. You had fun, didn’t you?”

She tilted her head up and smiled at him. “I had fun.” He turned her around so she faced him and kissed her softly on her lips.

“The only thing I don’t like about treating you like a guy is that I can’t hold you in my arms and kiss you, ’cause I don’t hug and kiss my friends.” He then smiled and edged her toward the couch. “But I think I’m going to find the wait makes it all the sweeter.”

Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.